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*Jaime*

After waiting a while, I decided to just walk into the bathroom. I mean, he did just shout "someone help."

I pushed the door open to see Kellin and Bella crouching down with the medical kit open and Mia in Tony's lap with a huge bloody plaster on her arm.

Everyone turned towards me and glared.

"What are you doing here?" Bella spat as Kellin gripped onto her hand.

Apparently I tried to rape Mia but the last thing I remember is drinking the drink Hayley gave me.

Wait..

"Hayley drugged my drink."

Everyone looked around at each other then turned to me and nodded.

"So now can you tell me why you're all in here and why there's a huge plaster on Mias arm." As I stared closer at her arm I began to see dark red lines covering most of it.

"Wait shit." I whispered.

Everyone's eyes went wide and Mia began to heavily breathe.

"Don't tell them please Jaime." She whimpered.

I sighed and nodded then walked out. She cuts. What if Vic finds out. It'll break his heart. Why the plaster though? Wait shit. She did it really deep... because of me. I'm a monster.

Suddenly, the noise of the van parking snapped me out of my thoughts and they obviously heard it in the bathroom because they all rushed out and acted as if everything was normal. Mia crawled into her bed and hugged herself but played music to hide the quiet sobs coming from her mouth.

The boys all burst in laughing so Mia quickly pretended to be asleep. I knew she wasn't.

They all placed the food down on the table as everyone forced a smile. This is getting sad.

Vic glared at me as I walked over to the other boys. They all nodded and handed me the cookies. Yay.

As I walked past the bedding area, I noticed Vic was also in bed with Mia, spooning her as she quietly cried into his chest. Her sleeves were now pulled down to her thumbs hiding all of the red. He doesn't suspect a thing.

"Darling you'll be okay."

I walked away to let them have their moment and sat in the chill room. I guess you can't win all battles. Wether it's for a cookie, a girl, yourself.

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